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Now, under the neoliberal regime of auto-exploitation, people are turning their aggression against themselves. This auto-aggressivity means that the exploited are not incluned to revolution so much as depression.

slow and steady wins the race

slow going but we’re persevering fr fr

She had to make a bid for a self that possessed freedoms the Big Silver took for granted — after all he had no trouble being himself.
You talk a lot don’t you?
To speak our life as we feel it is a freedom we mostly choose not to take, but it seemed to me that the words she wanted to say were lively inside her, mysterious to herself as much as anyone else.

That summer, in my newfound tenderness for you, there was a hint of triumph, as though I had won some strange victory over you. When one is no longer in love with a man, one cannot believe anyone else could be either, and so one glides, liberated, into a sense of security both fragile and false, like skating on thawing ice.

No camera registers as ruthlessly as the young lover’s eye once the initial wave of blindness has subsided.

this is like a puzzle

My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

We learned we wanted too much.

But why is this a matter of what to read and about where? Very simply, because critical discourse has taken no cognizance of the enormously exciting, varied post-colonial literature produced in resistance to the imperialist expansion of Europe and the US in the past two centuries. To tead Austen without also reading Fanon and Cabral - and so on and on - is to disaffiliate modern culture from its engagements

One responsebin the West to the new conjunctures, then, has been profoundly reactionary: the effort to reassert old authorities and canons, the effort to reinstate ten or twenty or thirty essential Western books without which a Westerner would not be educated - these efforts are couched in the rhetoric of embattled patriotism.

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Culture is exonerated of any entanglements with power, reresentations are considered only as apolitical images to be parsed and construed as so many grammars of exchange, and the divorce of the present from the past is assumed to be complete. And yet, far from this separation of spheres being a neutral or accidental choice, its real meaning is as an act of complicity, ..

Crazy!!!!! What have 30 years done?? nothing

With few exceptions, the women’s as well as the working-class movement was pro-empire. And, while one must alwaus be at great pains to show that different imaginations, sensibilities, ideas, and philosophies were at work, and that each work of literature or art is special, there was virtual unity of purpose on this score: the empire must be maintained, and it was maintained.

Western cultural forms can be taken out of the autonomous enclosures in which they have been protected, and placed instead in the dynamic global environment created by imperialism, itself revised as an ongoing contest between north and south, metropolis and periphery, white and native.

So excellent

As she sat in the bus she received the shafts of the sun as a personal, intimate visit.

She almost shouted out with pain, shouted at the moon, the deaf, impassible goddess of desire shining down mockingly at an empty night, an empty bed.

Above all she wished for his absolution so that she might sleep deeply.

actually happened; she wished she could rest her head upon his shoulder as upon a protective force, a protective understanding not concerned with possession of her but a complete knowledge of her which would include absolution. Wishing he might judge her acts with the same detachment and wisdom he applied to other’s acts, wishing he might absolve her as he absolved strangers from a knowledge of their motivations

It had been very early. The orange-red sun tose above the horizon, and the shadows of the trees and the fences were long and cold. That June morning had the exquisite clarity and freshness of bright cherries washed clean by the night’s rainfall. The silence, still linked to the night, was broken only by birdsong, and not one plume of smoke, not one leaden grey vapour trail sullied the cheerful blue sky.

he is a very valiant trencher man, he hath an excellent stomach.